🌙✨ To the ones who feel everything too deeply…

[Little_Zaheera]

Good evening, good morning—wherever you are in this wild, aching, beautiful world.

How are you, really?
Not the smile you wear for others—but the quiet truth under your skin.
Have you been breathing okay? Sleeping? Eating enough to feel like you're still here?

I’m writing this with a full heart and a trembling one.
Because being someone with BPD and an INFJ mind is like walking through fire barefoot, while holding a candle for others.
You feel everything—too much, too fast, too deeply—and then blame yourself for bleeding.

I grew up in a house where love was conditional, if it existed at all.
I was the wrong shape, the wrong gender, the wrong weight, the wrong kind of sensitive.
I learned to shrink before I learned to speak.
I learned to perform before I learned to rest.
And when the world mirrored that pain back at me, I believed it.
I let it define me.

But here's what I'm slowly unlearning:
I am not the words that broke me.
I am not the silence that followed.
I am not unworthy just because someone else couldn’t love me well.

If you're like me—wired for empathy, haunted by abandonment, walking around with scars nobody sees—I want you to know this:

You’re not too much.
You’re not a burden.
You’re not broken beyond repair.

Sometimes the most tender souls were never taught how to hold themselves.
But we can learn.
We are learning.

It’s okay to start over.
It’s okay to take a break.
It’s okay to say “This hurts” and not have a solution.

You deserve soft love. You deserve safe love. You deserve to be chosen without needing to prove your worth first.

And even when you can’t believe any of that, I’ll believe it for you.

To anyone who needs to hear this today:
You are not alone in the storm.
You are not the chaos inside your chest.
You are more than survival.

You are art.
You are wildflowers breaking through concrete.
You are the story still being written.

My inbox is always open if you need a friend or a reminder that you matter.
Because you do.
So much more than you know.

With love,
Someone still learning how to love herself too 🌿🖤

[NR_Daddy]

Such thoughtful and considered words. What an amazing person you are!

[Little_Zaheera]

That is really sweet of you to say! I just think more people than we think are struggling so if my words resonate, then, it was worth the post ☺️

[NR_Daddy]

You are without any doubt correct. However it is difficult to find someone to open up to about these things, especially if you have been burned in the past by someone who claimed they cared and showed otherwise.

[Little_Zaheera]

Oh for sure! I have been burned so much, but you learn slowly that their rejection does not make it true. I also realised I posted this in the wrong section so will respost if you want to carry on chatting there :). Will post in general discussion: 

 

Edited June 7 by Little_Zaheera

[NR_Daddy]

@Little_Zaheera Are you intending to ask for this post to be removed? I can duplicate my answers on your new one if so.

[Little_Zaheera]

Not sure how to go about deleting it...

[NR_Daddy]

1 minute ago, Little_Zaheera said:

Not sure how to go about deleting it...

The forum Admins can delete it, but I also believe they can also move topics to the correct section if requested.
@shadowrider and @PigtailPrincess are both admins on the forum, and you'd usually have to request it from them.

[.คℓ𝐞ﾒเᏰααα .ᐟ]

Not an admin, but idky you'd think this needs a repost? This is also a discussion forum, but that's for you/admin to decide. 

My main reason for posting here, is that I wanted to share some important info with a fellow BPDer. 

 

[Little_Zaheera]

Thanks for the above. Definately BPD.

[.คℓ𝐞ﾒเᏰααα .ᐟ]

I hope you're safe and are getting adequate treatment for it. I know it's a rough condition to have. You are worthy of unconditional love and inner peace. I hope you find both.

And thanks for taking the time to share positive affirmations, I know they'll brighten the day.

[Little_Zaheera]

Awww thank you - yes very safe. I wasn't always, but now I am. It is very rough and I just wanted people to feel loved and know they are not alone .

[.คℓ𝐞ﾒเᏰααα .ᐟ]

Glad to hear that you're safe as well! I know what it's like to finally be free too, so I completely understand the stressful burden being lifted once finally out of that kind of situation. And that's exactly why I make PSAs, lol. Reinforces that you're not alone and that help is out there.

Anyways, I hope you're having a good timezone~

[Little_Zaheera]

You are awesome. Let's be friends  

[.คℓ𝐞ﾒเᏰααα .ᐟ]

Well, idk if I agree that I'm awesome, in fact, I think I'm pretty lame, but we can still be friends, lmao.  

[beanbean]

51 minutes ago, .คℓ𝐞ﾒเᏰααα .ᐟ said:

Well, idk if I agree that I'm awesome, in fact, I think I'm pretty lame, but we can still be friends, lmao.  

 

4 hours ago, Little_Zaheera said:

Good evening, good morning—wherever you are in this wild, aching, beautiful world.

How are you, really?
Not the smile you wear for others—but the quiet truth under your skin.
Have you been breathing okay? Sleeping? Eating enough to feel like you're still here?

I’m writing this with a full heart and a trembling one.
Because being someone with BPD and an INFJ mind is like walking through fire barefoot, while holding a candle for others.
You feel everything—too much, too fast, too deeply—and then blame yourself for bleeding.

I grew up in a house where love was conditional, if it existed at all.
I was the wrong shape, the wrong gender, the wrong weight, the wrong kind of sensitive.
I learned to shrink before I learned to speak.
I learned to perform before I learned to rest.
And when the world mirrored that pain back at me, I believed it.
I let it define me.

But here's what I'm slowly unlearning:
I am not the words that broke me.
I am not the silence that followed.
I am not unworthy just because someone else couldn’t love me well.

If you're like me—wired for empathy, haunted by abandonment, walking around with scars nobody sees—I want you to know this:

You’re not too much.
You’re not a burden.
You’re not broken beyond repair.

Sometimes the most tender souls were never taught how to hold themselves.
But we can learn.
We are learning.

It’s okay to start over.
It’s okay to take a break.
It’s okay to say “This hurts” and not have a solution.

You deserve soft love. You deserve safe love. You deserve to be chosen without needing to prove your worth first.

And even when you can’t believe any of that, I’ll believe it for you.

To anyone who needs to hear this today:
You are not alone in the storm.
You are not the chaos inside your chest.
You are more than survival.

You are art.
You are wildflowers breaking through concrete.
You are the story still being written.

My inbox is always open if you need a friend or a reminder that you matter.
Because you do.
So much more than you know.

With love,
Someone still learning how to love herself too 🌿🖤

This all rings very true 

[CupcakeSparklies]

Thank you for this. From another BPDer, this made me cry. 

Edited June 13 by CupcakeSparklies

[Little_Zaheera]

@CupcakeSparklies You are never alone, love. Reach out anytime  

[prettylittlepumpkin]

thank you! i really needed to hear that 🤎 i hope you remember those words too! 

*gives virtual hug*

[Little_Zaheera]

Thank you - I am glad you feel seen. *hugs*

[MissAnna]

On 6/7/2025 at 7:29 AM, Little_Zaheera said:

Good evening, good morning—wherever you are in this wild, aching, beautiful world.

How are you, really?
Not the smile you wear for others—but the quiet truth under your skin.
Have you been breathing okay? Sleeping? Eating enough to feel like you're still here?

I’m writing this with a full heart and a trembling one.
Because being someone with BPD and an INFJ mind is like walking through fire barefoot, while holding a candle for others.
You feel everything—too much, too fast, too deeply—and then blame yourself for bleeding.

I grew up in a house where love was conditional, if it existed at all.
I was the wrong shape, the wrong gender, the wrong weight, the wrong kind of sensitive.
I learned to shrink before I learned to speak.
I learned to perform before I learned to rest.
And when the world mirrored that pain back at me, I believed it.
I let it define me.

But here's what I'm slowly unlearning:
I am not the words that broke me.
I am not the silence that followed.
I am not unworthy just because someone else couldn’t love me well.

If you're like me—wired for empathy, haunted by abandonment, walking around with scars nobody sees—I want you to know this:

You’re not too much.
You’re not a burden.
You’re not broken beyond repair.

Sometimes the most tender souls were never taught how to hold themselves.
But we can learn.
We are learning.

It’s okay to start over.
It’s okay to take a break.
It’s okay to say “This hurts” and not have a solution.

You deserve soft love. You deserve safe love. You deserve to be chosen without needing to prove your worth first.

And even when you can’t believe any of that, I’ll believe it for you.

To anyone who needs to hear this today:
You are not alone in the storm.
You are not the chaos inside your chest.
You are more than survival.

You are art.
You are wildflowers breaking through concrete.
You are the story still being written.

My inbox is always open if you need a friend or a reminder that you matter.
Because you do.
So much more than you know.

With love,
Someone still learning how to love herself too 🌿🖤

Thank you for posting this! 

I honestly needed to hear this today thank you 

[Little_Zaheera]

@MissAnna You are welcome *hugs* 

[BabyPoppy]

On 6/7/2025 at 6:29 AM, Little_Zaheera said:

Good evening, good morning—wherever you are in this wild, aching, beautiful world.

How are you, really?
Not the smile you wear for others—but the quiet truth under your skin.
Have you been breathing okay? Sleeping? Eating enough to feel like you're still here?

I’m writing this with a full heart and a trembling one.
Because being someone with BPD and an INFJ mind is like walking through fire barefoot, while holding a candle for others.
You feel everything—too much, too fast, too deeply—and then blame yourself for bleeding.

I grew up in a house where love was conditional, if it existed at all.
I was the wrong shape, the wrong gender, the wrong weight, the wrong kind of sensitive.
I learned to shrink before I learned to speak.
I learned to perform before I learned to rest.
And when the world mirrored that pain back at me, I believed it.
I let it define me.

But here's what I'm slowly unlearning:
I am not the words that broke me.
I am not the silence that followed.
I am not unworthy just because someone else couldn’t love me well.

If you're like me—wired for empathy, haunted by abandonment, walking around with scars nobody sees—I want you to know this:

You’re not too much.
You’re not a burden.
You’re not broken beyond repair.

Sometimes the most tender souls were never taught how to hold themselves.
But we can learn.
We are learning.

It’s okay to start over.
It’s okay to take a break.
It’s okay to say “This hurts” and not have a solution.

You deserve soft love. You deserve safe love. You deserve to be chosen without needing to prove your worth first.

And even when you can’t believe any of that, I’ll believe it for you.

To anyone who needs to hear this today:
You are not alone in the storm.
You are not the chaos inside your chest.
You are more than survival.

You are art.
You are wildflowers breaking through concrete.
You are the story still being written.

My inbox is always open if you need a friend or a reminder that you matter.
Because you do.
So much more than you know.

With love,
Someone still learning how to love herself too 🌿🖤

Thank you for this post. I need this. I understand. I live this struggle daily and more.

[Little_Zaheera]

@BabyPoppy I am so glad it gave you what you need *hugs*

[dekkensrule]

BPD is hard. I was diagnosed a few years ago and have been constantly learning more about it and my self.

Right now I'm going through an extreme low. So much going on in my life that i feel like itll explode soon. I can't let it. But it's that feeling. That unknown feeling that it may happen. That I may do something stupid and not be able to control it. Not being able to just let this pain go.  I just want to cry but I can't. It won't let me. 

Just don't know anymore.

This post certainly does help. So thank you. ❤️